the god of the living says you are made of stardust, therefore dig your nails into your life; cling to it at all costs, no matter how much blood you draw, because once lost it is gone forever— or else he says don’t even think about death, guzzle yourself giddy, sing yourself sick because that’s the only way to wage war on this foe even I cannot fight. he says, this is all there is and he dances in despair and he is nothing like the living God the living god says there is a sacred circle of life, therefore do not fear death; welcome it as a friend because it is warm as a kiss that suffocates, because death only comes from life (and life only leads to death)— or else he says death is rest and peace, so sweet, so soft, like worm-turned dirt, the panacea to all these mortal miseries. he says, this is how it should be and he bows in resignation and he is nothing like the God of the living

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